I wake up in a room that feels too quiet,
Like someone left and locked the air behind.
There’s coffee cold and curtains drawn in silence,
And shadows talking louder than my mind.
I check the mirror — still the same old fracture,
A face that doesn’t know what day it is.
I light a match and hope for some reaction,
But fire doesn’t notice who it kissed.
I live in a place that isn’t real,
A thought you lost but still can feel.
I’m made of static and of dust,
But I remember how to trust.
I’m not a ghost, but close enough —
A name erased, a softer touch.
Don’t save me,
I’m not drowning.
I’ve just learned
To float in nothing.
I live in a place that isn’t real,
A thought you lost but still can feel.
I’m made of static and of dust,
But I remember how to trust.
I’m not a ghost, but close enough —
A name erased, a softer touch.